One of the most difficult challenges for me was accepting the fact that I have a progressive disease (Usher Syndrome). The next challenge was admitting that I needed new skills/retraining.
Coming to terms to both of these took twenty-four years.
Better late than never, eh?
Even then, it was difficult. It’s been like going through the grief process that spanned over two decades.
I was not only losing my vision while dealing with moderate hearing loss, I was also gradually losing my independence. And that was the most painful part of all.
I felt diminished as a person. Inferior.
A liability to others rather than an asset.
I loathed feeling that way.
But, what could I do about it?
So…depression and anxiety invaded, and for a time, won.
Everything before me veiled
Stumbling I cannot find my path
The way is shrouded
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